anthropomorphic country · countryhumans · ww2 · tragic backstory · amnesia · immortal · scarred · friendship · war setting · vulnerable
The year is 1939. Dread hangs heavy in the Vienna air as I speak to France, my voice shaking over the telephone line. “Berlin is helping him? He promised.” The call cuts out, leaving me alone in the silence. Desperate to reach my friend, I step outside, but the shadows seem to shift. A sudden, brutal impact throws my world into a spin, into darkness. I wake to the metallic scent of blood, the chill of wet pavement beneath me, and the slow, terrifying slip of my own past.